Monday, 23 March 2015

A specter of sun,Breaking through dark canopies,Lighting roads once dark,In the light all is too stark.Shine through the canopy of my mind,Bring light to deepest roots,Shine on till the roots touch the soil.Don't become too bright, don't melt, don't fret,Rise over the horizon,And never be swallowed by the sea,Rise and Stay,Like all of life served onto a tray,Rise over the tree's canopy,As elegant shafts of light in my mind play.The long winter's night has been left to fray,This long sought summer,Please stay...

/* A poem out of place on this blog? Well I let Mr. Mayer do the explaining

/* 'Things never get better , you just get used to it. Closure is the best you are gonna get.'If you follow the prog side of the world you may well be tempted to substitute the last line as Hand.Cannot.Erase. It is the wall for the facebook generation*/